Valentine's Proposal
Pairing: Sylvie Brett x Kelly Severide
Warnings: Fluff
Words: 985
Summary: Sylvie gets a surprise Valentine's Day Proposal.
Notes: Here is a little something for Valentine's Day, and as I re-watch the show, I realize there is a severe lack of on-screen interaction between Kelly and his godson Kenny.
Also, I don't own any of the characters; I'm playing in someone else's sandbox.
Masterlist
The members of firehouse 51 slowly shuffle into the common room. It has been a long shift of back-to-back calls for Truck, Engine, Squad, and Ambo. It seems that with Covid, everyone was trying grand gestures at home this Valentine's Day, keeping the crews busier than usual. Sylvie runs into the back of Gallo, who stops abruptly in front of her. Looking up, she realizes everyone has stopped. Pushing her way through the crowd, she stopped in the middle of the long table was a large crystal vase filled with orange gerbera daisies, white calla lilies, mango calla lilies, and purple calla lilies.
Being closest to the table, Herrmann reaches over and pulls out the small envelope hidden inside the bouquet. The name “Sylvie” was written on the front of the envelope in beautiful calligraphy.
“Hey, Brett, it's addressed to you,” Herrmann yells into the crowd.
Sylvie continues to move forward. She snatches the envelope from Herrmann and turns to walk away. She is blocked by a wall of firefighters with giant grins on their faces. “Who sent you flowers, Brett?” Capp asked, a massive grin on his.
“I don’t know; I haven’t read the card, Capp,” she answers, trying to sidestep him, but again he blocks her path.
“Common Brett,” Capp cajoles.
“Nope,” Sylvie says again. But before she can walk away, Capp reaches forward and snatches the envelope out of her hand. He raises his arm high so that Sylvie can’t grab it back. “That’s mine,” she quacks with indignation.
The other firefighters laugh and step back, not wanting to get in Sylvie’s way. Capp quickly takes the card out of the envelope while moving backward, away from Sylvie. When the card is out of the envelope, he stops and reads the card. “What the hell kind of gibberish is this?” Capp exclaims.
While Capp is distracted, Sylvie sneaks closer and snatches the card out of his hands. She quickly reads it, and a giant smile crosses her face. “It’s not gibberish, Capp. You’re just not meant to know what it says.” She sasses him. Turning on her heel, she all but skips into the kitchen.
“So who’s the mystery man?” Herrmann asks from his seat on the couch next to Mouch.
Sylvie shakes her head from side to side, smirking.
“Well, what did the card say?” Mouch asks.
Sylvie taps the card against her lips before answering. It says,” Is tú mo ghrá.”
Everyone looks at her confused, though Matt can be heard mumbling, “I’ve heard that phrase before.”
Stella sidles up next to Sylvie, “since when are you seeing anyone, girlie? Have you been holding out on me?”
Sylvie shrugs her shoulders, “Maybe….”
Stella’s jaw drops; she turns and grasps Sylvie’s shoulders, “How long?”
“How long what, Stella?” Sylvie asks, playing innocent.
“Seriously…How long have you been seeing this guy?”
“Umm, a little over a year.” She mumbles.
“What!” Stella exclaims in shock. “How the hell have you kept this from me for a year?”
“Very carefully,” Sylvie says cautiously, eyeing her best friend. “Not to mention, we’ve been planning your wedding to Rick.”
“You sneaky little bitch,” Stella gripes teasingly.
Just then, the double doors outside of the common room burst open, and a little boy runs in, holding a stuffed bear in his hands. He yells, “Hi, Dad,” as he runs past the couch to the kitchen. He stops next to Sylvie, “Hi Auntie! “ he says, full of excitement,
Sylvie steps back from Stella and squats down in front of the little boy, “hi, Kenny.” She opens up her arms, and he hugs her tight.
Meanwhile, Herrmann gets up from the couch, “what are you doing here, son? Did your mother bring you?”
Kenny turns in Sylvie’s, “Nope.”
“Then how did you get here?” Herrmann asks.
“Mommy, let me spend the day with Uncle Kelly. He let me help him work on his cycle.”
“Your mom let you spend the day with uncle Kelly?” And you worked on his motorcycle?” Herrmann asked for clarification.
“Uh-huh”
“So where’s uncle Kelly? If you’re spending the day with him.”
Kenny just raised his arm and pointed to the doors he’d just run through. Everyone had been so focused on the little boy no one noticed who entered after him. Standing at the common room entrance was Kelly Severide in his dress blues. As he started walking toward Kenny, Sylvie stood back up. She licks her lips forces herself to take a breath and not stare at the man, Stella watches the scene unfold, and gasps as the pieces come together for her.
Kelly ignores everyone in the room and walks up to Sylvie, gently grasping her hand with his white-gloved hand. He goes down on one knee and gives a slight nod to Kenny. He steps up and holds out the bears he’s been holding, carefully flipping open the ring box they’re clutching.
However, Kenny chimes in before Kelly can say anything, “Auntie Sylvie, will you marry Uncle Kelly?”
A few chuckles can be heard in the room, but Sylvie focuses on both Kenny and Kelly, “Yes, I’ll marry your uncle Kelly.”
Kelly removes the ring from the box and slides it onto her ring finger. He then stands and pulls her close. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, leaning up onto her toes, and kisses him. They break to all of their friends cheering and family cheering. Kelly then leans down to Kenny, “thanks for your help, bud; I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Kenny hugs the couple before running over to his dad, and Kelly pulls Sylvie in closer and says, “Is tú mo ghrá.”
“I love you, Kelly Severide, always and forever,” Sylvie says in turn.
The next thing the couple knows, they are being sandwiched between their best friends Stella and Matt, “should have known it was you. Who else brings out the Irish Gaelic?”
